Suddenly the veil that held my bounds together ripped apart. A surge of an emotional pang and desperation to be with him rose up inside. Chris had been denied a healthy view of a good family. The little he knew about love, he freely gave it to Amanda and then me. It was his best. To be honest, he tried I knew it, felt it and even held it. I touched my lips where his kiss was last planted and my hips where his massive arms once squeezed. I missed him. No way! Warm drops of tears rolled out and then streams. “I love you Chris. Please call me. Please call me…say its not over.